Rip

"Rip," I repeated quietly, looking at the boy in the mirror. "I like it."

He gave me a tentative smile before continuing. "Ripper is the one in charge right now. He really likes cats."

"Oh shoot," I smiled as I remained crouched in front of the mirror. "I don't have a cat right now. How does he feel about crows? I think there was one that made friends with me on my last day at the hospital."

Well, technically, I fed it a hand, so I don't think we were lifelong friends, but it was worth a shot. 

"I don't know," shrugged the boy. "All I know is that cats are the best. Especially Hades. I liked Hades."

I nodded my head like I knew what he was talking about. The pain in my body was starting to become too much, and I could feel myself being pulled out of wherever I was. 

"I need to go now," I said softly, not wanting to upset the boy by disappearing too soon.